Idiocracy Opening: Clevon, Trevor and the Decision to Have Children

Having kids is

such an important decision.

We're just waiting for the right time. It's not something you want to rush into,

obviously. No way.

Oh, shit! I'm pregnant again!

I got too many damn kids.

Thought you was on the pill or some shit. Hell no!

Must have been thinking of Brittany. Brittany?! No, you... Wait!

There's no way we could have a child now.

Not with the market the way it is, no. God, no.

That just wouldn't make any sense. Come on out here, bitch! He don't care about you!

Yeah, well, there must be something he likes over here!

Don't mean nothing to me, baby! It wasn't me! It wasn't me!

Well, we finally decided to have children, and I'm not pointing fingers,

but it's not going well.

And this is helping?

I'm just saying that before I have in vitro,

maybe you should be willing to... It's always me, right?

Well, it's not my sperm count.

Yeah! I'm gonna

fuck all y'all!

That's my boy! Clevon is lucky to be alive.

He attempted to jump a jet ski from a lake into a swimming

pool and impaled his crotch on an iron gate.

But thanks to recent advances in stem cell

research and the fine work of Doctors Krinsky and Altschuler,

Clevon should regain full reproductive function.

Get your hands off my junk!

Unfortunately,

Trevor passed away from a heart attack while

masturbating to produce sperm for artificial insemination.

But I have some eggs frozen,

so just as soon as the right guy comes along... No.

And so it went, for generations. Although few, if any, seemed to notice.